I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

No matter how much Jieyuhua tried to comfort him, Ling Xiao remained asleep with his eyes closed, completely ignoring her, as if he couldn't hear her anyway.

Perhaps because he couldn't hear and because he was driving, Ling Xiao, who had been pretending to sleep, actually fell asleep.

In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, he felt someone hug him, and felt the warmth of their breath near his ear. That person must be whispering something in his ear.

Then the person touched his forehead again. He could sense that the person was somewhat anxious, and he felt that the person's scent was too familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

When Ling Xiao woke up, he found himself lying in Xie Yuhua's arms with a wet towel on his head, making it impossible to tell if he was hot or cold.

He knew he had a fever again. His abdomen ached, indicating the wound had become infected.

Ling Xiao reached out and pulled off the towel from his forehead. He couldn't see Xie Yuhua's face clearly, but he pointed to his mouth and asked, "Do you have any alcohol? Give me some."

He couldn't see clearly, couldn't hear clearly, and couldn't touch what he wanted. He remembered that Cheng Yu had it in his bag, but if he wasn't given it, he would rummage through it himself.

After grabbing around haphazardly, Xie Yuhua finally relented and handed him the alcohol.

After Ling Xiao smelled what he wanted, he opened the bottle and poured it directly into his mouth.

Xie Yuhua snatched the remaining alcohol from him, pinched his cheeks, and forced Ling Xiao to open his mouth, trying to make him spit it out.

Ling Xiao was being held, his mind clouded by fever and unable to function properly. He could only instinctively stick out his tongue to reach for the alcohol.

Unfortunately, he had a weakness: his tongue wasn't long enough, and after trying for a long time, he only managed to touch his upper lip.

Finally, Ling Xiao simply gave up, sticking out half of his tongue and letting it dangle around his mouth, as if the cool air blowing on his tongue felt quite comfortable.

Ling Xiao fell asleep again, in that same position, with his tongue sticking out...

With one hand holding an alcohol bottle and the other pinching Ling Xiao's face, Xie Yuhua was at a loss for what to do.

It was Wuxie in the front seat who took the alcohol, and only then did Xieyuhua turn her attention to the child.

Xie Yuhua took out disposable gloves from the first-aid kit and tried to put his tongue back in, but she couldn't. As soon as she put it in, the small piece of tongue would stick out again. After a few times, Xie Yuhua gave up and didn't care anymore.

"Master Hua, your face..." Cheng Yu kept glancing at the rearview mirror, observing the situation. When Xie Yuhua leaned back in the back seat looking slightly tired, Cheng Yu noticed that Xie Yuhua's face seemed to be injured.

"It's from the kid scratching him." Xie Yuhua touched Ling Xiao's head again. After fussing for a while, it didn't seem so hot anymore. Ling Xiao's scratches had accidentally touched his face, and the burning sensation meant Xie Yuhua knew without looking that his face must have been injured.

Are your child's nails growing too fast?

Jieyuhua picked up Lingxiao's hand and looked at it again and again. The nails looked a bit sharp. A couple of days ago, they were semi-circular and not this long. Why are they slightly pointed today?

Jieyuhua lifted the child's hoodie up slightly and noticed some changes in the faintly visible tattoo.

He had seen the child's tattoo before; the red spider lily was fiery red, and its vines would even spread to the child's face.

Jieyuhua placed her hand on Lingxiao's tattoo, but immediately withdrew it. The tattoo was frighteningly hot, yet it was becoming increasingly dark. The original green vines seemed to have broken in the middle, but upon closer inspection, they were indeed scriptures that were close together.

The vines turned into scriptures? When did this happen?